(c. stepney - s. barnes)Birds sing out of tune, songs with no refrainNested in purple trees, nothing seems to rhymeOnly when I'm dreamingIs there harmony and meaningOnly when I'm dreaming of youEmpty hour glass; running out of timeYesterday is hereNow will never passOnly when I'm dreamingIs there harmony and meaningI am only dreaming when I'm deeper in the armsThe arms of loveThe arms of loveBirds are now in tuneSince I'm with youSongs have sweet refrainSince I'm with you